In the Fifth Dimension, within the royal palace that symbolized supreme status.
Several figures sat solemnly, their expressions grave.
Within the magnificent palace, every flaw and gap in the higher dimension had been tightly sealed. A group of the Fifth Dimension's most powerful fifth-dimensional beings had gathered here, and none of them looked well.
"Something isn't right."
The king removed his crown and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his bald head. He had learned that gesture from Golden Superman, thought it was quite good, and adopted it for himself.
The king's face was taut. Within the palace, where the light constantly shifted, shadows occasionally swept over his face, making him seem even more gloomy.
The queen frowned deeply. A careful look would reveal that her body was trembling slightly.
"She's coming. Are we going to die?" The queen shrank back in utter terror.
The king comforted her, "It's all just speculation. It hasn't reached such a dire point yet..."
But as he spoke, even he could not continue.
As a powerful race born in the Third Generation, the Fifth Dimension possessed terrifying strength. Combined with their usual low-profile behavior and their unwillingness to easily provoke those ancient gods, they had always lived peacefully and carefree.
Except for Mister Mxyzptlk, that loose-cannon lunatic who often ran off to cause trouble.
The entire Fifth Dimension appeared to be a world inhabited by carefree cartoon people—powerful, flourishing, and without external enemies.
But that was all an illusion.
The Fifth Dimension had always possessed a most terrifying enemy, a mysterious entity that existed only in legends and had even once been regarded by fifth-dimensional beings as a myth belonging solely to their world.
"Abnormal waves from a higher dimension have been transmitted into the Fifth Dimension. I am now certain that this information is